*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ mean maki w/ a strap | wlw ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
watched jjk s3 ep4 and had to act immediately… cw: agedup!characters, strap usage (?), fingering, kissing, degradation.
you should’ve known better than to rile her up.
“fuck, such a slutty pussy for me. look at how wet you are.” she sneered, pinning your arms above your head with one hand, the other teasing your hole by dipping a thick finger in.
maki could go feral at the sight of you right now, slick and a mess on your shared bed—simply bare and delicate all for her. she wants to fucking ruin you for teasing her today. she wasn’t stupid, but you clearly wanted to be an ass.
you were bending way too low in-front of her, moaning her name in the shower as if she wasn’t 5ft away, and running your hands by touching her all over the whole day.
“fuck—m-mmph, maki, please…” you begged, squirming under her grip as she fucked you rough, inserting another digit. “c’mon baby… you can take it.” she whispered against the shell of your ear, a light, condescending tone as she continued to push deeper, curling her fingers just right against your plush walls.
“you wanted this, didn’t you?” she questioned, but she wasn’t expecting an answer—not with the way you were babbling whimpers against her arm. “f-fuck, m-maki, please.. please!—“
she tilted her head, a sick grin on her face as she looked down and mockingly spoke, “please what? use your words, bitch.” maki inserted another finger, fucking you harder on the damp sheets, licking her bottom lip as she saw your pussy clamp down desperately around her.
she could feel your legs twitch and eyes roll back, signalling you were close. it was sight she was too familiar with. a sight that she craved. “w-wanna cum...” you mumbled shakenly, hips rutting against her fingering you.
she leaned in closer, inching her fingers in that specific angle she knows you like. the one that makes you cream all over her fingers, releasing your orgasm for her to lick up and taste. maki moves faster, her physical prowess easily letting her speed up and please you as much as she wants. “look at your cunt… you wanna come that badly? she asked, licking your jaw.
“beg for it.”
god, you were so fucking wet. your sweet moans echoed in the bedroom, bouncing off the walls the more maki made you feel good. it was like a drug to hear—how pathetic you were. how much of a whore she made you. she relished in it, slapping your pussy with your juices leaking out on her hands.
“c’mon, baby. beg me to make you come.” she raised a brow, taunting you. before you could even whine, she raised her palm, slapping your pussy again, the motion making you whimper.
“want you inside of me first…” you hastily moaned, hands clawing at her scarred arm, maki’s muscles subtly flexing when she gripped your thigh in response. a sick grin showed up when she processed what you said. “yeah? you want me to fuck your little cunt?”
maki got up immediately, grabbing her strap from your bedside table, quickly putting it on in mere seconds before you could reply. your beady eyes and twitching pussy already said everything for you.
as she put on some lube on her strap, you watched with anticipation as she towered over you. her built stature making you drool, hands reaching out to hold her close. you were already stretched, ready to take her. there was nothing better than the sight of you.
she aligned herself, pressing slowly, taking in the way your head rolled back, chest popping up as you arched. “that’s my good girl…” maki reassured, hand gripping the roots of your hair tightly, almost as if was purchase for resistance. she was gonna fucking lose it if you kept whining her name.
“m-maki… mmh.. maki, fuck—“
“shut up.” she mumbled under her breath, pressing her lips against yours and biting your lower lip so you gasp just enough to slide her tongue in. the kiss was sloppy, messy, like she just wanted to devour you and take the scent of your body in her soul. it was addicting. you were addicting.
maki’s hips rocked forward slowly, sliding in and out—the sinful sounds of your cunt sounding out. the slick between you two stuck like glue, slapping as she made repeated contact.
thinking about older brother katsuki who loves you, his little sister, a bit too much. 18+ dni if you do not like. everything is fantasy.
cw: INCEST, FEM!reader, degradation + praise, no protection, breeding, choking, pregnancy kink, public sex/touching, unhealthy dynamics, they r adults in this!! & more
olderbrokatsuki! who fucks you mean. he’s not nice when he’s spreading you on his fat cock, tip hitting the edge of your womb. no, instead he calls you his dumb little sis who’s too much of a whore to be let outside.
“takin’ my cock so deep like a good little slut. it’s like your hole was made for me sis... jus’ took me a while to break you in.”
“s-so good…” you exclaim, legs shaking as his balls slap against your clit with every thrust, his hands wrapping tight, possessive almost, right around your thin waist like you’d run away. you know it’ll bruise later.
“yeah? you like that?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his cock sinking deeper into your pussy. he’s teasing you, moving agonizingly slow.
“big bro—p-please…” you bite your lip. “fuck me…”
“shut up.” he grits, mean and bitter—shoving your face into the sheets by pushing your neck, his grip wrapping around while your moans get muffled in the heavy atmosphere. “such a—fucking—“ he moves rougher, “slut.” hissing the last word with a scowl on his face, taking in how you squeeze around him the more he chokes you.
olderbrokatsuki! who dreams of breeding you with his seed, watching you get pregnant as he fills you up, cum dripping out of your pussy as he fucks you deep and rough—drool hanging from your tongue as your eyes roll back.
“fuck, you like it when i fill you up don’t you? yeah? gonna carry my babies little sis?”
“kats—s-uki…” you babble almost incoherent, mind going fuzzy as his load makes you all warm inside, his big cock plugging you up nice and tight.
katsuki fucks his orgasm into you, sighing, “gonna breed this little cunt everyday so your tits get all round and plump.”
he imagines about what you’d look pregnant, your belly swollen with his kids. he’d fuck you regardless, thinking his load will “ripen” you up, but if anything, he’d just love how you look all puffy and defenseless while craving his cock.
olderbrokatsuki! who loves to touch you in public, specifically with other people in the room. there’s nothing more that turns him on with the idea of people finding out he’s pleasuring you, making you feel so fucking good you can’t help but succumb to his touch.
“shut up… you don’t want them to figure out how much of a slut you are for me, right?”
katsuki groans lowly in your ear, fingers pumping in your wet little cunt underneath a blanket you both share, watching an outdoors movie in your family backyard for a little reunion with your fellow cousins and aunts.
his fingers move slow, teasing your clit with the graze of his thumb as he struggles to watch, your own hand palming him through his sweats. “shit…” he mutters under his breath, feeling how wet you are with his hand between your shorts, the callouses on his palm tickling your goosebumps.
you stifle a moan, your head retreating to the crevice of his neck and he can’t take it anymore. you’re sloppy, covering his knuckles with your spread and all he wants is to taste you.
he somehow comes up with an excuse that you’re not feeling so good, and takes you up to your room, immediately kissing you deep, his tongue down your mouth and his hands around your wrists.
“kats…” you breath out, and he’s already balls deep in you, thrusting like there’s no time to waste.
i love the idea of pervadmirer!izuku because i know that boy is filthy to the bone. 18+. 1/2
cw: aged up! characters, choking, pain kink, masturbation, public masturbation, edging, etc.
before dating . . . 💚
perv!izuku would get off of pain, fantasizing the way you beat him in a spar - later relishing in the bruises you gave him. he’d take a picture, imagining they were hickeys, creating fantasies of what would happen to make them… sexually.
perv!izuku would watch porn (obviously) and be the actual biggest fucking gooner. however, he would search up descriptions of you, imagining all the ways he would fuck you, cumming on his hands, his toys, and stomach, while his eyes roll to the back of his head.
perv!izuku would immediately jot down his wet dreams of you in full detail, just so he can use it to get off later. he’d calm his morning boner by rubbing his cock against the sheets, moaning your name half asleep. +his notes app would be just him ranting about needing you. lol.
perv!izuku would jerk off in school just because he saw your midriff while you stretched. he’d bite his uniform shirt, slobbering all over the stiff fabric as he touched himself in the washroom just to keep quiet. he would imagine painting your stomach milky white, smearing it just like he claimed you.
perv!izuku would choke himself while stroking his cock, imagining you riding him - a cocky smirk plastered on your lips as you degrade him. he’d apply pressure on his throat each time he got closer to orgasm, edging himself thoroughly to prep himself once he makes you his.
i might do part 2 possiblyyyyyy… but during dating lol <3
--- a/n: i haven’t read the manga, but i wanted to take a shot at characterizing his true form/self if he were to indulge in such carnal desires with a human. enjoy <3
you were so frail.
so tiny beneath his body.
he could never quite grasp how you, such a feeble little thing could even dare to touch him, and yet he continues to allow it. here you are, taking one of his thick cocks, wrapped around him like a cursed knot, limbs intertwining with his in your bedroom chamber—only the sounds of your cries echoing in the cold night.
you provided him with warmth, milking his member, the other languidly swinging as he thrusted up in your far too small hole. as he looked down, he could feel your small hands gripping his bicep for an ounce of support. the whole act was confusing to him.
and yet, he lost himself in your flesh, the soft supple skin an addiction for some cord of humanity he unconsciously yearns to meet despite ruining it. was sex so interesting despite its crudeness?
it's... strange.
but you proved him wrong. each night he indulged, he could hear your heartbeat pound like a beating drum—so fast, so soothing, it was a record that you were alive. yet he could kill you at anytime.
he’d imagine how you’d look, blood spilling over your fatty limbs, his cum mixed between the liquid. how utterly vulnerable and disgusting you would be once you were gone. just like how vulnerable and disgusting you are now. it was an addicting sight.
as sukuna pressed you closer, he settled his first pair of hands by skillfully holding your waist, the other on your hips for more support to dig you deeper onto his cock. you cried out in agony—or pleasure. he had an issue telling which was which. you were so hot to the touch, sweat cascading like droplets over your skin, your hair sticking to your forehead as he continued thrusting, the movements monotonous.
large eyes bore into you.
“do you enjoy this?” his words reverberated in the room. it was deep and commanding, and you felt urged to answer.
“y-yes, i do—mmph—“ you managed to struggle out, pussy tired and sore from his length. it felt consuming every time he entered, your mind going blank as a slate.
“why?” he asked profoundly, eyes dark without a purpose.
“feels… feels good…” you started, continuing like an afterthought. “when you fill me up,” your tiny hand slid to your stomach. “i feel full. safe.”
sukuna’s cocks twitched.
how stupid could this little girl even be?
“how foolish. don’t you understand what i am?” he narrowed his eyes, hands gripping just a bit tighter as he commented. if he put any more force, he’d break you.
“i-i… i don’t.”
“i’ll make you, then.”
he hated how simple-minded you were. just laying there, taking his cock without a second thought. like you were made to do this. you had no idea of what he could do to you—and yet you surrendered yourself to his mercy. were all humans this naive or was it just you?
hell, you even took comfort from a beast like him—one, that was wrecking the most sacred place between heaven and hell. even though he's killed thousands, he's never understood what humans were like. maybe he could figure it out through you.
sukuna continued pounding relentlessly, burying himself between your parted thighs without care and selfishly using your flesh. if he went any deeper, you think he would reach your heart.
"s-sukuna... fuck, please!—" you yelped, gripping onto the thin sheets beneath you as a lifeline.
and yet he continued, abusing your pussy like a toy.
his first pair of hands on your waist moved to your neck. one gripped the front, the other on your nape, fingers delicately pressing your throat. sukuna squeezed, ever so slightly and it took the air out of your lungs.
your eyes boldly looked up at him, an unreadable expression in his face as he devoured you. was it disdain? boredom?
pleasure?
he released his grip, unconsciously licking his lips at the comically large bruise on your neck. the broken capillaries branded your skin. he did this to you. you squeeze around him as he fucked you good, your squelching noises filling the tension as his eyes glossed over your figure.
sukuna inched even closer, the mouth on his stomach able to lick up your sweat, covering you with saliva. your eyes uncontrollably met with his blood red ones. you felt watched.
"you call this sex?" he murmured.
his gaze lingered, heavy, assessing the state he put you in.
"this is what humans cling to?"
a pause.
"...pathetic." and yet, he didn't stop. he went even faster, roughly fucking your body to seek some form of answer he couldn't begin to grasp. sukuna drilled your body through sheer force, hoping to understand what this even is. "k-kuna... kuna—" you whimpered meekly, drool escaping your lips as your eyes rolled back like a corpse.
"look at you, baring yourself so vulgarly. do you have no shame?" he muses, continuing to fuck you mercilessly while relishing in the expression you hold.
at this point you swore you could see stars, fuck, probably the cusp of death itself. sukuna fucked you like had a reason to live, or a reason to die. it was all-consuming. your senses were all fucked up, constantly getting overstimulated by his mouths, hands, and cocks.
there was no body part that was untouched—or unviolated by the hands of your decider above you. you could feel that burning shame build up in you, attempting to release itself on his cock and you cry out to him.
“g-gonna cum… pleasee! i’m gonna oh—“ you helplessly yell, the thick walls of his residence hushing your plea.
you come apart without permission, yet a small grunt escapes sukuna’s lips as your cum seeps out, covering his thick member with the leftover cum you had from before. he hisses lowly, like a silent vibration buzzing against your skin.
covered in all types of fluids, sukuna licks it up instinctively, the rush of blood ringing in his ears. you’re so warm. so human.
so fucking delicious.
sukuna can’t help but get a taste, swallowing the remnants of your orgasm like it’s a heian delicacy. “there it is…” he softly murmurs. his deep voice spreads goosebumps in the warm air, your arm extending to his chest, grazing the tough skin.
“you’d let me take everything, wouldn’t you?” he says it like he knows the answer, and you nod—mindlessly, submitting yourself to his hypnotizing words.
it’s absurd how you let him consume you without an inch of doubt. most people would beg for their lives by now, but here you are—serving yourself on a silver platter. merely covered in substances he brought out of you. he didn’t have to force you.
you were a well trained meal, and he wanted a taste.
sukuna inches closer now, centimetres away. his large tongue quickly devours your lips once again, your state of mind somewhere far away, only pleasure coursing through your veins. his teeth nip you, blood dripping down your lips and like a shark to water, he laps it up—desperate and hungry.
his cock still warms you up, with no desire to move. your cum dries on your thighs, and his hands continue to hold your body with a tight grip, groping your breasts as he continued to feast.
sukuna sinks his teeth in your neck when he angles his face, ecstasy flowing into his tastebuds once he gets your metallic liquid swallowed.
“to be reduced to this…” he chuckles, drinking you up.
“…not bad.” continuing to eat you, a piece of your fatty skin melts in his bottomless stomach. your body squirms from the numbed pain, breaking the silence. “mmph…” it’s a soft, tender whimper, like the act of tasting you is so intimate that it escapes from your cherry rims. it’s the closest thing he’ll ever get to such a thing.
a piece of you missing—now belonging to him.
“look at you.”
he echoes, parting from your body, the blood staining your skin like dye. it’s fresh. so different from your arousal. his cocks twitch again, and he wants to devour you.
“that’s your answer.”
do you understand, now?
Ⓒ nidarogue — a/n: HELPPPPPP ok this was lowkey long but i really tried to go for a sukuna indulging in sexual stuff to understand humans, to feel a semblance of humanity, yet it comes off crude, messy, almost too much because of who he truly is. its a vulnerable act yet the reader is submitting themselves to sukuna without a care (?) 🥸 um yeah hope u guys enjoyed! maybe ill branch this out, idk
#situationshipcore w/ megumi fushiguro where you both can't take it anymore...
content: yearning. heavy make-outs. sprinkles of angst.
you were definitely somewhere where you shouldn't be.
it was just you two, finally alone, sinking into his shared apartment's leather couch. the material was surprisingly soft despite its vintage look, a little worn down to the years of usage. the weight of his hand rested along your hip as he caged you from behind, a show was put on that you were both mutually interested in—quietly playing in the dim residence.
his thumb slowly, rhythmically, traced a line around the curve of your body, a silent clock counting down to… something.
prior to this, you two had been talking for more than a month or so, initially meeting at a seasonal job for the first time. nothing has ever been labeled between the two of you, you were just... getting to know each other. every second of this felt like you were stealing time, because no, nothing was labeled.
you were just two people who knew exactly how messy it was to let a simple acquaintance turn into this—a hangout of acting like we were dating and carefully-avoided eye contact. was this too much?
but you caved in and visited anyways… deciding to come to megumi's university for the day. he cooked a nice little lunch, showed you around campus, introduced you to his roommates, and now you're ending the day lounging together. you ignore the fact he's been nuzzling his face in your neck this whole time, his warm breath brushing the crevices on your skin.
you finally turn your head, just a single, slow inch, a small smile creeping up at the sight of him. you attempt to murmur lightly—"someone's sleepy," but it comes out too squeaky to be lighthearted.
he musters a small “mmh” against your nape, his black hair poking out in your peripheral. your eyes gaze back to the tv, and you feel yourself sink into him even more, his big hands wrapping around you, pulling you tighter like he’s scared to let you go.
megumi slowly lifts his head after a few minutes—dazed, blinking slow, but a little more awake.
“fuck, i’m so sleepy.” he utters raspy, but it sounds like even saying that took half his energy. you giggle at his words, shaking off the way his voice gave you a little shiver while your fingers lightly caress his forearm.
sarcastically mumbling, “really? i didn’t even notice," you turn your head to him once more, suddenly meeting his gaze in his arms.
it was quiet, the only sound was the static, muffled hum of the tv silently buzzing in the background. which, apart from your heart's loud thuds against your ribs—every other sound paled in comparison, feeling miles away.
megumi’s eyes pinned you intensely, and you instinctively look away. dark pools graze all over your skin, like he's taking you whole—a measure of your very core. but he was just too close.
it made you nervous.
…yet you looked again, awaiting no change.
“what?” he coos out, the edges of his lips curling up ever so slightly. that smug little glint in his eyes wasn’t really so subtle.
you resist the urge to roll your eyes, and instead, look away again, but he doesn't let you. his fingers, firm and warm, hook delicately under your chin, pulling you forward. you register the slight rasp of his cheek, the dizzying scent of his faint cologne, and before you know it—his lips crashed into yours.
it’s almost comical how the sheer silence of the room makes the kiss feel like a loud, messy mistake that echoes in the apartment. you sit there, stunned, still processing if that happened. but when you see how he looks, all flushed and a nervous smile, it hits and you can’t help but giggle, the sound less of a laugh and more of a release of all the air you'd been holding since you first arrived.
both of you sit there in silence, until he breaks it.
“…i’ve been waiting to do that all day.” he utters softly, like all the tension in his bones just dissipated as he abruptly stands up. megumi's black shirt is creased with soft lines as his absence next to you leaves the air empty. you realize he's making his way to the kitchen across the couch.
you follow him promptly, wondering what he was going to do. “you weren't exactly subtle."
"like your stomach grumbling was?" he shoots you a knowing look, his straight eyebrows creased with light concern as he surveys the cupboards. "c'mon. what did you wanna eat?"
you lean against the dark marbled countertops, thinking deeply with pursed lips as you adjust your sweater. a small “hmm…” leaves your mouth as you instinctively make your way to open the fridge, quietly inspecting all the array of condiments, jars, and snacks left behind by his roommates when you open the door.
you feel him slowly creep up from behind you, his tall stature encasing you in as he places a hand on the door. your head lowers like you’re about to grab something, but you stop, only doing the action out of nerves.
it’s only when he plants a small, deliberate kiss on your cheek—a soft, defiant press that tests the waters and settles the argument—do you turn your head. and fuck, you can’t pretend to be casual anymore.
you kiss him first this time, relishing in the expression that plasters all over, his eyes shining by the bright glow of the fridge.
but you push back, demanding a second kiss. megumi lets go of the wall, his hand slipping from your hip to the back of your head, pulling you fiercely into the height difference, your body arched on tippy toes. the whole thing is loud, clumsy, and hungry, finally dissolving the rigid gap between your bodies. it feels like you’re getting swallowed up, soft moans rippling in the air of the night from your lips, silenced by your connection.
you can feel the desperation in the way he touches you, like he’s been craving this—has been needing this since the moment he saw you.
yet megumi rips himself back from you, not gently, his breathing loud and ragged in the sudden quiet. you expect him to say something, anything, to apologize or explain, but he only drops his forehead to your shoulder—every negative thought known to mankind beginning to pass in your head as you feel the weight of his presence.
but he whispers it, raw and ragged, so softly it sounds like it’s not meant for you, but an order to himself—his hands still anchoring you to him.
“fuck, what are you doing to me?”
your stomach drops, maybe with butterflies, or something else.
shit. this is gonna hurt.
is this based on a personal story. maybe. uhhhhhhhh
